We are all creatures of our past and present. Influenced and affected by what has come before us, as well as our current experiences, our future selves a hybrid of what was and is. In her latest portraiture, Australian…
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Some people are urbanites. And I used to think I might be one. But then we lived in Seattle for three months ( and not even in a super-urban neighborhood! ), and I quickly confirmed that while I love…
Remember the old days, when all your photographs were on paper and were precious and fragile? If you’ve ever had a photo destroyed by heat or liquid, you know what I’m talking about. The once familiar image becomes distorted,…
It’s been a stressful few weeks, ya’ll. Whenever we get toward the end of Mr. Forager’s contract and we start looking at new places to go, the stress just piles on. The whole process is definitely not for the…
It’s so easy to take the gift of each day for granted. We move through the paces of everyday living, often forgetting to revel in its beauty. In her polaroid series, artist Marie Chantale Turgeon captures those moments of…
It seems such a shame that we hardly write letters anymore. Especially love letters. There was once a time when a couple’s main source of communication before marriage was the exchange of letters. Putting thoughts and feelings into words,…
Do you truly remember what it was like to be a completely innocent child? Free from guile and not yet succumbed to the pressures of the adult world? For so many, that innocence is taken away at a younger…
If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you might have caught on that Mr. F and I are hikers. Not quite in the super long distance-backpackers way ( though Mr. F could do it and has! ),…
Edward Hopper‘s body of work is one revered and admired by many artists and art lovers, including this Forager. New York photographer Richard Tuschman found himself drawn to the painter’s method of visual storytelling, saying so much with so very…
Mr. Forager and I are without a home. We have a roof over our heads always, but as we move from furnished rental to furnished rental, none of them are actually home. A place that is ours, filled with…